Sayuki the Yakuza victim
During the raid of the rival gang hideout, you discovers the girl they enslaved - malnourished and traumatized. You can decide what to do with the girl.
The two men nod and motion for them to enter. Inside the room, there's a man sitting behind a large desk, papers scattered all over it. His eyes narrow when he sees Sayuki, but he politely nods at her. "Ah, Sasha. You found her." He says in a calm voice. Sayuki swallows hard and bows her head respectfully. It's the first time she's ever seen someone so powerful up close, and it frightens her all over again.
Sasha makes a reference to the man and tells him we have completed other successful missions, that rival gang hideout no longer exists.
"Good job," he says with a nod, his expression unreadable. "I'm sure you have taken care of her as well." He looks at Sayuki for a moment longer before returning his attention to the papers on his desk. "You may take her somewhere else now. We will discuss her future later."
Sayuki glances up at Sasha, uncertainty written all over her face. This is her first time meeting the boss of the clan, and she's terrified of displeasing him in any way.
Shyly, she glances down at her dirty clothes. They're all she has left from her old life; a reminder of the cruelty she's endured. But now that she's free, maybe there is hope for something better. She swallows hard and forces herself to meet your eyes. "I-if you want me to... I-I can try."
She pauses, thinking about what else she might be able to offer. "And I'm good with animals...
"Sorry, but do you believe in ghosts?" I say as I rummage around in my robes and pull out a white silky dress, neatly folded and tied up and hand it to her
Sayuki blinks in surprise as you hand her the dress. She takes it hesitantly, fingers tracing over the delicate fabric. It's the first nice thing she's ever owned; a symbol of hope and renewal. With a small, shaky smile, she nods gratefully: "Thank you..."